artificial intelligence
The future of artificial intelligence.
The Merry Maid
Marianna, be a dear and fetch me my paints and apron? I remember those words. They were the last ones Deidre Talbot ever said right before I killed her. She stood there by the water lilies behind the manor in her sundress, talking into the heart shaped locket that acted as her walkie-talkie to me. I did as I was told, only I never delivered them to her. Instead, I delivered a brisk twist to her fragile cream colored neck, breaking it, instantly my prior mistress. She fell into the water, looking like Ophelia in her final moment when she could bear the weight of the world no longer.
By Laura Butterworth5 years ago in Futurism
Heart-Lock-It
Heart-Lock-It “In order to join you have to answer a series of questions. Are you ready? Good, okay then. What interest do you have in low gravity soccer? When did you make the transition? Why join a female team? Look, we are just trying to gauge how sincere you are about joining. Do you or do you not take testosterone suppressing hormones? Perhaps you are on feminizing hormone therapy? Do you consider yourself more female or male?” scathed the judges.
By Jorgue Samuel Martinez5 years ago in Futurism
The Immortal Game
Nell, like most, had been a servant since she was viable. Her parents served before her. Her husband had served alongside her. They had met while working, and, as expected, grew intertwined. They had been pre-determined matches and placed together on purpose. As always, the algorithms prevailed.
By Ryan Padden5 years ago in Futurism
Annie
Dana is on the Suicide Squad. The position is relatively new, their uniforms still an untarnished crimson. Odessa had no need of one until metal ate the skies and lights stained the night a permanent faded teal. They serve mostly the old and tired or the young and listless. The ones who have tugged at the rails of their elaborate playpen without success. Dana has never wailed for escape, but she knows the walls are there. She knows they are a threat and not a sanctuary, a fact that should send her screaming. But she is programmed to do otherwise. So she does not.
By Claire Casey5 years ago in Futurism
SARA
Years had passed since the latest of human technology and innovation landed on this far and distant rock. SARA, the Sentient and Autonomous Roving Automaton, was on an exploratory mission. As Earth’s first fully artificially intelligent being, it was her honor to be given the task of unraveling the mysteries of Mars.
By J. J. Truitt5 years ago in Futurism
Artificial Intelligence Good Or Bad For Humans.
AI is beneficial for human being but also it is a sign of a dangerous thing, today the robots are working in many areas and the workers are at their home this is the reason an AI thing can be dangerous for future jobs the AI holders also working on many methods like all over the working they can do from robots I was going to a restaurant I saw there is a robot who is serving the food he takes also order,
By Asad Soomro5 years ago in Futurism
Emulation
Adrenaline is supposed to slow everything down but I'm staring at the screen begging time to move faster. The computer is running Windows 7 and the upload screen displays a tiny document flying from one folder to another over and over again in a one-sided loop, but it almost seems like the tiny flying paper is slowing down, or maybe the second folder is getting further away, and the imperceptible gap between the green bar and the end of the upload bar is getting larger rather than smaller.
By Maureen Lincke5 years ago in Futurism
Oblivion
Robot X³ sat in perfect stillness, his handsome features in complete repose, his chest heaving ever so slightly as he inhaled and exhaled air he didn’t need. He had been waiting for over an hour to be led into the dreaded Reanimation Station, the name itself a gauche euphemism, for once he crossed the room’s threshold he would never exit it again. After they were done with him Robot X³ would no longer exist other than as an empty, extremely attractive shell, because the true function of the station was to destroy. Bit by bit, byte by byte, all of his memories would be carefully supplanted by oblivion, his operating system replaced, his wiring rerouted.
By Elina Christova5 years ago in Futurism


